City Folk

Im a fun guy
Taking some fungi
Wanna come by
Lookin for a fun time
Shoot them in a drive by
Pop pop
Watch the body drop drop
Count the Guala up like
No debate like
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

I'm arachnid and you caught up in my web
Check your mailbox sending a bomb through the web
Not a threat that's a promise
You dead I'm sleeping in my bed
Pasty little human, I'm white like white bread

Stepping on my land you must be hungry for some lead
Lemme feed you up lil boy but I ain't breaking bread
I know what you hungry for, finna fill it in your head
Let me load up my nine millimeter
Now you dead

Country ass beat
Man, where you get this from
You already know I be strumming the washburn
Record a couple tracks
Put a snare in behind it
Put a easter egg up in my song
I hope you can find it

Whats that?
Man, I don't know
I just be making music on the low low low
Don't talk no one no po po po
Homie better get off his ass and go go go go go go go go

Losing in the rat race
Losing in life
Throw away all your chips
Cause you love to roll the dice
Repeat offender because you messed up twice
No fender bender you almost lost your life

I give it a wax on and wax off
Mr. Miyagi taught me so back off
I don't wanna hit you with my karate chop
Try to run away feeling when that collar shock
It go dang
Like a jungle
Swing orangutan
Making the branches hang low
Like my dang a lang
Imma attack from the back
When I sink my fang
Feel the pain when we rob you like a bandit gang
Being rich is a habit
My habitat acid
Corroding the world
And make everything flaccid
It's up in your wounds
And expose ectoplasm
I'm switching a flow
And entangling atoms

Wait, now back to the past
Itty bitty white boy coming in last
I be feeling kinda up cause I'm feeling kinda gassed
Got a couple words to say like I'm preaching to the mass
No way you're gonna listen
But you I'm on a mission
I be killing competition
Switching up like intermission
Past the ball I'm in position
Hey, can you listen?
Life gets hard but we used to omission
Used to omission
Spoke got a stick in
Things get tough but I solve it long division
I don't need ammunition
Because I know you're not happy
And you're not forgiven
That's facts
Don't run that one back
I don't need anyone holding me back
I be murdering beats that you sending my way
I be shitting on these rappers like I'm taking a crap

Imma cube not a square
These city folk just ain't aware
You wanna be different
I guess you should go put color up in your hair
My chambers where I have affairs
Location secret, unaware
You little witch, I call you Blair
I'm fast and furious; Mark Sinclair

Back in the day I used to run
Not from the enemies it's just for fun
With my cousin, my buddy, my foreign
Too many foreseen misfortunes
When it's time learn I'm neglectful
Listening to you is too uneventful
Disrespectful but you draining my mental
Tell me to remember my paper and pencil
Taking some notes, yeah, I'm jotting it down
And I put on a red nose, I feel like a clown
I don't wanna go out unless we sipping on crown
And you barking and barking; a dog in the pound